I am frightened to death of faulty hopes
I know deep down all great things are fiction
I'm too quick to trust, I fall and can't cope
It cuts my soul, until I am stricken

Why must I insist there's just good, no bad
My eyes only see the black and the white
In innocent souls all people are clad
I know it's not true, it just can't be right

I must train myself to look deeper
See the dark hateful souls that lie within
Inside all of us lies a Grim Reaper
Eyes look out so innocent, hiding the sin

I'm left clueless, what in this world is good
I saw the truth 'neath the lies, there they stood